Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Fear,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.